It isn't often that he travels to the Big Island anymore. Secluded on a spit of land to the south-east of what was generally considered Tephra, Levi kept out of the way of the newcomers. Some of them were old faces just returned, but either way, none of them knew his name. At best, they may remember him as the runaway son of a mighty king.
Except for Amore...
The thought of her lulls him from the solitude of his home, causing him to rise from the sand with a grunt and a mighty shake of his crested neck. The day is hot, but the crisp ocean breeze whisks along his skin and prevents the heat from building into sweat.
The scent of The Forest, where he met his twin, has been washed off, smothered by the token scents the volcanic island. Likewise, the scent of Rapture has faded from his burning skin, along with the indent in the sand where she slept and the feeling of contentment she had given him.
But his anger had burned down into a lingering discontentment, but as the sun sinks and he catches sight of Amore in the distance he can almost pretend he doesn't feel it.
Almost.
Except for Amore...
The thought of her lulls him from the solitude of his home, causing him to rise from the sand with a grunt and a mighty shake of his crested neck. The day is hot, but the crisp ocean breeze whisks along his skin and prevents the heat from building into sweat.
The scent of The Forest, where he met his twin, has been washed off, smothered by the token scents the volcanic island. Likewise, the scent of Rapture has faded from his burning skin, along with the indent in the sand where she slept and the feeling of contentment she had given him.
But his anger had burned down into a lingering discontentment, but as the sun sinks and he catches sight of Amore in the distance he can almost pretend he doesn't feel it.
Almost.